But should the past love hang on? Would, should the spirit of the departed cling to the living through life, stealing precious moments to touch a hand...with a ghostly near touch? A caress felt only in the soul but never as human contact. Could the ghost bear the pain of watching life go on, to witness those new lusts? As I watched my beautiful wife in near sleep, I saw her roll over. Her arm flung wide in the way she often sprawled in sleep. I remembered how the collision of that sharp elbow. I know that and I know that David thinks the same. I can see it in his eyes. I give him a peck on the cheek being careful not to smudge my lipstick. Then I grab my small purse and we head out of the door. We get to the party fashionably late, but not rudely so. That was down to me. David doesn’t seem to notice about that sort of thing, but I do. I wish it wasn’t so, but it’s what I do. I even made him drive round the block a couple of times just so we could do it my way. Oh, it’s wonderful. How far could Matt take her? She would be his to do with as he pleased. While that thought made her wet, her body also shivered at the thought of it.Somehow time seemed to go by, Sunday arrived.Sandra held her breath as she heard the second knock on her apartment door. This was it, her last few moments of freedom. She slowly turned the knob and opened the door. Matt pushed the door open farther and walked in."The movers pulled in right behind me, they will be up in a minute. Is everything. It really felt weird, tingly, well, weird, but nice, really kind of sexy.Then she bends over and takes the head of my cock into her mouth again and very gently sucks on it as she runs her tongue all around the top. Oh, my god. There are feelings and there are feelings. I simply don't have a word for it. Very tingly. She's sucked me before but this seems different, more intense, lively, spiced up.Then, she raises up and blows on it again, but now it's all wet and gets real cool as she blows on.